I can't see them, these ghosts.

They haunt me still -

With unbearable silence, screaming to the world.

"I must!"

"I can't"

"Help me. PLEASE!"

I can't see them, these ghosts.

But I can hear the demons, the root of despair -

The destruction in their wake.

Ten. A hundred. A thousand gone, yet so many souls they will soon take.

I can't see them, these ghosts.

I turn, demons screeching in my face.

But even more surrounded by these attacking demons are Blacks, Jews, LGBT's

They turn, and where I see one, they see a hundred.

Red slashes across arms;

Lives, wasted by alcohol;

Pills, to end a life.

I can't see them, these ghosts.

But I can see the lives ruined...

Is this what we've become?